Mina Milked
by Jennifer Harrison

You make your way slowly from the shed, limping with pain from the brand that has been seared into your thigh. You don't want to go into the field of cows, but you definitely want to get away from the woman that did this to you. Who is she? You vaguely remember talking to someone… Jenny… Jenny… Harrison? JH? You talked to her about your fantasies, and somehow, she made this happen? You still can't take it all in…

You feel the gentle breeze blowing across your skin, and shiver. You're not used to being naked in the open air, but now you have no choice, after what has been done to you, it seems that you will always be naked, unless or until you can escape this surreal situation…

As you struggle to move forward, you realise that a clear plastic cord, almost invisible, joins your wrists and your thighs, preventing you from straightening up out of your all-fours position or raising your arms far from the ground. But they're not your arms anymore, are they? Your hands have disappeared into gloves strapped to your forearms, gloves which end in large two-toed hooves. With your legs strapped so that you must ‘walk’ on your knees, you have become a quadruped - a curious combination of human and four-legged animal…

As you approach the herd - the rest of the herd, the thought pops unbidden into your head - you become frightened by the size of the beasts around you, so much bigger and taller than you even though, like you, their bodies are covered in black and white patches, their wide nostrils ringed, the only noises they make bovine. But they are cows! You are… a human cow? This thought is both frightening and frighteningly exhilarating… a long-held fantasy now made real. You wonder… is this a dream or nightmare?

The heifers mill around you, but you become nervous of their large hooves churning up the turf around you, and you move away as quickly as you can. You approach a fence, seeing two narrow wires, one in front of your face, the other near your feet. The ground beyond the fence seems safer, away from the huge beasts, and you decide to push through the flimsy barrier. As you duck down and move forward, you feel the top strand graze across your shoulders and suddenly a sharp pain makes you jerk backwards. A startled squeal forms in your throat, but emerges from your mouth as a pained ’moo’. You disentangle yourself from the fence hastily, realising that it is electrified and that you, like the ‘real’ cows, cannot pass it.

You move around the field aimlessly, wondering what you are going to do, how can you get back to your former life. Suddenly, your attention is taken by a strange feeling inside you, a churning sensation from your bowels, something you've never felt before, frightening you. You are startled when you feel movement between your buttocks, and you manage to look around sufficiently to see that the tail between your legs is now standing out from your body slightly higher than horizontal. A few seconds later, you feel the bizarre sensation of excrement being expelled from your body without you having any control over it. The smell is overpowering, but you dare not move until the process is complete, at which point you shuffle forward before turning to stare at the results, mortified that you just shit on the ground. There on the grass sits a perfectly formed cowpat, liquid and steaming, the only difference being that it is smaller than a normal cowpat, and it is brown, consisting of human excrement rather than that produced by a purely grass diet. You remember the words of the woman in the shed, saying that you would be fed on mulched grass, and you wonder if your pats will become more authentic as a result. Your transformation into the perfect ‘hucow’ still has some way to progress…

When you become thirsty, you see the bower from which the other cows drink and, nervously, you make your way over to it. You lower your head to the water and realise that the tube in your throat allows you to suck down the much-needed refreshment. As you stand there, the humiliation of your situation suddenly hits you, but rather than making you want to cry, you realise that it is giving you a hot, burning sensation between your legs – you’re turned on by your current predicament! You feel your cheeks burning with shame at your wantonness, but you wonder if anyone could see, through the black and white patches…

Hours pass, and you start to understand the dull monotony that is the life of a domesticated animal. Eventually, you hear a bell ringing, the noise coming from the cowshed, and the cattle around you start to all move in that direction. You stay where you are, unsure what will happen if you go back into the shed, not wanting to suffer further pain and humiliation. You see a girl walking towards you, a young girl in jeans, Wellington boots and a checked top, but in her hand you see her carrying a cattle prod like that woman earlier, and you become frightened.

"Come on, Daisy," she says as she leans down and tickles behind one of your ears, "milking time! You must always come when you hear the bell, otherwise you will be left outside. You wouldn't want to spend the night out here, would you, Daisy?"

You try to hurry, sensing the girl behind you with the prod. As you enter the shed, you see the line of cows already attached to the milking machine, the stainless steel cylinders sucking at their teats. You also see the space at the end, a very special spot which seems to not be part of the main contraption, it is… separate. The girl directs you towards it.

You move between the iron bars which form the boundaries of your milking station, then feel the girl close the gate behind, the bars pressing against your shins, which are now, of course, the backs of your hind legs. The polished steel surface in front of you reflects your image, and you marvel once again at how completely you have been transformed. The bald head, the huge ears, the horns, the wide nose. The thing which stares back if you is definitely not Mina…

The girl walks around in front of you and picks up the two shining stainless steel cylinders to be used on you. She reaches beneath you and attaches them to your bloated breasts, covering your nipples, which seem to have stretched to an enormous size. Immediately you feel the powerful suction as your nipples are drawn down into the tubes, pulling painfully on your sensitive flesh. As you begin to cry out in agony, the girl stuffs a pipe into your mouth, twisting it until it locks in place against the tube in your throat. Liquid pumps down your throat, almost overwhelming you as you struggle to breathe through your nose when you can.

Gradually, the painful sensations in your breasts turn to something else… something altogether more pleasurable. Your breasts have always been sensitive and you’ve always enjoyed men lavishing attention on them, but this is something altogether different. The mechanical suction is so powerful, so unstoppable, so inexorable, driving you wild. You feel overwhelmed by the pleasure starting to course through you, combined with the visual stimulation of seeing yourself like this, it's all feeding your arousal, an arousal you know you can no longer satisfy…

You realise the girl has gone, and then you see, in the reflection, someone behind you, a pair of brown trousers which quickly fall to the floor fall, revealing thick, hairy legs. The man kneels down behind you and you see his barrel chest but the reflection does not show his face. You feel your tail being lifted and then, suddenly, painfully, gloriously, you are filled completely. Your body is forced against the bars in front as he thrusts himself into you hard. Over and over he pumps himself into you until he reaches his own satisfaction.

You see him stand, pull up his trousers, and walk away without a word. Meanwhile, the machine continues to pump you full of nutrition and drugs, while draining you at the same time. You feel the man's cum dripping down your thigh, but your own needs have not been met and the sense of frustration is almost too much to bear.

As you feel the drugs starting to take effect, numbing your mind and dulling your intellect, you wonder if you will ever be fully human again…

The End

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